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JJJO.  (R.  SWEJ1EY  and    WM.  J.  KlttKPJTttlCK. 


Philadelphia:   TPftN  J.  f*PPPi    10lS    A*\ch  ^t. 


COPYRIGHT,  1884,   BT   JOHN   J.  HOOD. 


gl^EFAGE. 


»HI   inquiry  is  sometimes  made,  «  Why  iaaue  bo  many  Sabbath-achool  song  books?  we 

I     c t  keep  pace  witb  all  the  ne*  .hum,  that  is  published,  and   have  not  sun,  out 

-     .       ,  ..    , k  yet."    On  the  other  hand,  it  is  perhaps  more  frequently  asked,    What 

ta  to  be  the  new  I k  for  thi*  year?  we  bave  been  nalng  your  last  I k  in  our  s»„,lav-s,h.H,l 

;U1(1  n„w  alv  l00king  tor  a  new  book;  plea*  send  us  sample  pages  of  your  latest       Which 

o,  ,  ee  shall  we  obej  ?     «  cannot  do  the  Brat  any  harm  to  issue  new  1 ks,  seen,, 

QOt  ,.,„„,„,,.,,  to  ,,,.  then,  We  bave  material  always  on  hand-choice  pieces  as  ever 
W(,,.  Bung  ahaU  we  hold  them  back  until  they  become  antiquated,  or  at  once  give  them  to  an 
eager  throng,  read,  and  willing  to  receive  them?  We  prefer  the  latter  oourse,-it  is  our  chosen 
aeBB  to  meet  Jusl  such  demanda,  and  while  the  achoola  of  the  land  are  enjoying  the  beau- 
tiful melody  and  sacred  poetry  of  the  present  collection,  we  will.  d.  v.,  continue  our  labors  in 
reparation  oi  a  successor  to  meet  other  demands  when  these  shall  have  served  then-  puxpoa* 
T,„  each  Babbatb  Bomb  may  thereb,  become  more  attractive  and  more  spiritual  ia  the  ana 
and  earnest  prayer  of  TllK  Comptxbb& 


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Sabbath  F>ome  E?i^aise  Boo^. 


Jennie  Garnbtt. 


Our  £abbath  jJome. 


Adam  Geibbl. 


i.  Come, come  away  to  the  house  of  pray'r;  Come.like  the  birds  of  the  spring-time  rare,  Come  to  the  arms  of  a 

2.  Come, come  away  where  we  meet  to  sing  Praise  to  the  Lord  our  Redeemer  King,  Hearts  full  of  joy  to  his 

3.  Come, come  away  where  we  all  may  know  How  with  theLord  we  may  walk  below, Come  where  his  words  like  a 

4.  Come, come  away  where  we  all  may  rest,  Lambs  of  the  fold,  on  a  Saviour's  breast,  Come  where  alone  we  are 


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fountain    flow,  In  our  Sabbath  home, 

tru  -  ly    blest,  In  our  Sabbath  home. 

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1.  The  heathen  are  weeping  far       o-  ver  the     sea,  The  voice  of  tlu-ir  mourning  comes  sadly  to  me; 

2.  The  heathen  are   dy-ing,  yes,  day  af-ter    day,  The  souls  he  has  purchased  are  passing  a -way, 

3.  The  heathen  are  waiting   his  mer-cy   un-told;  He  gives  us  his   gos-  pel,  he  lends  us  his  gold; 


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oh,  lift    up  the  curtain  from  death's  weary  strife,  And  tell  them  that  Je- bus  says, "  1   am  the    Life." 

t.  .id  the  glad  tidings  where  truth  is  unknown.  Go,  share  in  his  toil,  and  find  rest  by    his  throne. 


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Make  us  patient  and  enduring;  [more. 

Show  us  that  bright  shore  where  we  weep  no 

4  Jesus,  still  lead  on,  till  our  rest  be  won; 
Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 
Till  we  safely  stand  in  our  Fatherland. 


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yes,  I  Will  Praise  jiim. 


Jno.  R.  Swhnby. 


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2.  By  that  fountain,  ever  flowing,  Peace  to  all  and  life  bestowing,  As  I  linger   I  can  hear  the  Saviour  s.iv. 

3. 0  ye  souls  that  mourn  in  sadness,  He  will  turn  your  grief  togladnass,  And  your  darkness  to  the  light  of  perfect  day; 

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Who  a  111  believe  him,  Whosoev  -er  will  receive  him,  I  le  will  never,  he  will  never  turn  a  way. 

If  your  faith  can  reach  the*  fountain  Plowing  now  fromCalv'ry's  mountain  He  will  cleanse  you.he  will  wash  yourslnl 


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Henrietta  E.  Blair. 


flarif!  'tis  the  Voice. 


Wm.  J.   KlRKPATRICK. 


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'2.  How  can  you  turn  from  the  words  so  tender?  Come  unto  me,  come  un- to  me;  Come  as  you  are  and  your 
3.  Slightnot  the  voice  that  is  still  entreating:  Come  unto  me,  come  un-to   me;  Still  at  the  door  of  your 


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all  surren-der,  Come,  weary  soul,  unto  me ;  Haste  to  be  cleans'd  at  thehealing  fountain,Come  and  believe, 

heart  repeating,  Come,  weary  soul,  unto  me ;  Come  now  and  learn  of  the  meek  and  lowly ,Come  and  believe, 


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come  and  believe,  Now  to  the  cross  where  he  died  to  save  you,  Come,  weary  soul,  and  be-lieve. 
come  and  believe,  Free  -  ly  'tis  flowing  from  Calv'ry's  mountain,  Come,  weary  soul,  and  be-  lieve. 
come  and    believe,   Take  now  the  yoke  of  the  pure  and  ho  -  ly,  Come,  wea-ry  soul,  and  be  -  lieve. 


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2.  Give  thanks  unto  God,  the  Redeemer      of  men,  His  mer-cy  en-dur-eth   for  -  ev   -   er;    Repeat  ihe  old 

3.  He  leadeth   the  faithful     in  pastures  of  green,  His  mer-cy  en-dur-eth    for  -  ev  -  er;  Heguideth  them 

4.  Give  thanks  unto  God  that  sal- va-tion    is  free,  And  mer- cy  en-dur-eth   for  -  ev   -   er;  O,  thisourglad 


round  us  contin-ual- ly  fall,  His  mercy  endur-eth  for  -  ev 
sto- ry    again  and  a- gain,  His  mercy  endur-eth  for  -  ev 

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plature's  Praise. 


Jennie  Garnbtt. 


Adam  GuaiL. 


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2.  Ami  the  bird  on    air  -  y     wing  Seems  in  mer- ry  touts  to        say,    God  has  taught  me  ban  to 
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sing,        1  mnsl  praise  him  all    the     day. 
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In  his  mercy  Jesus  sought  me, With  1 

On  its  burning  sands  he  found  me,  Drew  his  shelt'ring  arms  around  me, With  his  gentle  love  he  bound  me 
Now  in  per-  feet  peace  abid  -  ing,   To  my  Sav-  iour  all  con-  fid  -  ing,  How  the  tranquil  moments,  gliding, 
While  his  boundless  joy  partaking,  How  my  raptured  soul,  awaking,    In-  to  grateful  song  is  breaking, 
Saved  by  grace!  oh,  wondrous  story  ;  Hallelu  -  jah!  glory!  glo-  ry!  With  the  dear  ones  watching  o'er  me 
I  will  tell      it   by  the  riv  -  er  Flowing  on     and  on  for-  ev  -  er,  When  we  meet,  no  more  to  sever, 

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From  a  des-ert  drear;  ||  To  his  fold  so  dear 
Bear  me  near  his  throne;!!  Trusting  him  alone 
From  the  golden  strand ;||  In  the  summer  land 
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Miu  Ham  ie  M    IUkjj. 


Christ  is  Ibises. 


Wll.  J.  KlRKPATRlCK. 


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2.  A  heart  resign'd, submissive,  meek,  My  great  Redeemer's  throne;  Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, Where  Jesus  reigns 

3.  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart,  Believing,  true,  and  clean,  Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part  From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4.  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd,  And  full  of  love  divine;  Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good,  A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5.  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart;  Come  quickly  from  above;  Write  thv  new  name  upon  my  heart, Thy  new,  best  name  of 

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2.  Tri- als  come  and  tempests  shatter     All   our  earth- ly  hopes  to  dust;   Yet   we  find     re  -  lief  and 

3.  O    how  sweet  to  know  that  ev  -  er  We've   a  friend  that  loves  us  true,  Who  will  nev  -  er,  nev  -  er 

4.  Blessed  Sav  -  iour,  wilt  thou  ev-  er  Keep  us  hum  -  bly    at    thy  cross,  Hid-  ing  ev  -  er  'neath  its 


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Sing-ing  my  complete  release,  Bweetly  rest  Ing,  Bweetly  rest-ing,  Bing-ing  my  complete  release. 
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Press  on  to  the  mansions  above, 
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The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

O'wright,  1884,  by  John  J.  Hoa». 


4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

_         I.  Watts. 

Arise,  ye  Saints. 

1  Arise,  ye  saints,  arise! 

The  Lord  our  Leader  is; 
The  foe  before  his  banner  flies, 
And  victory  is  his. 

2  We  follow  thee,  our  Guide, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King; 
We  follow  thee,  thro'  grace  supplied 
From  heaven's  eternal  spring. 


3  We  soon  shall  see  the  day 

When  all  our  toils  shall  cease ; 
When  we  shall  cast  our  arms  away, 
And  dwell  in  endless  peace. 

4  This  hope  supports  us  here; 

It  makes  our  burdens  light ;  [cheer, 
'Twill  serve  our  drooping  hearts  to 
Till  faith  shall  end  in  sight. 

5  Till,  of  the  prize  possessed, 

We  hear  of  war  no  more ; 

And  ever  with  our  Leader  rest, 

On  yonder  peaceful  shore. 

Thomas  Kbi.lv. 

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DO      KB       MI      FA      SO      LA      •.) 


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2.  I  a~k  no  other  hand  but  thine  My  steps  to  guide;  No  other  voice  to  soothe  my  heart  When  sorely  tried. 

3.  Thy  will  how  gweel  where'er  it  lead,  Whate'er  it  he;  Yea,  let  thy  righteous  will,  0  Lord,  Be  done  in  me. 

1   And  n  lit  ii  on  earth  my  weary  feel  Shall  cease  to  roaiu.Dcar  Saviour. in  thy  mercy  tome  And  take  me  home, 

K      —         _ m.         — m. _ m m. m m N        V 


I'.. i  me     the  crown  of  thorns  that  pierced  thy  brow,  Forme       the  cru- el  cross,  1  know  it    now; 

^  forme  S        N        N  forme  V        S     pj       9  |>-        -f>  • 


For  no-  thy  cleansing  blood  so    free  •  ly   Bows,  To  eov-er   all  my  sins,    and  heal   my  woes. 


1  r  *  *  ;  •  i  p  s  k  '  r: "  i »  i  as  »^e 


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O  OO  (I)   N   C  ■>    «0    GO 

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"7...  ii.  L.  Shacklock. 


Oh,  to  be  more  Iil^e  Jesus. 

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D.  E.  Dortch. 


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1.  Oh,    to    be  more   like    Je  -  sus,  Ten  -  der  and  true   and  kind:  Do  -  ing  the   Fa-ther's 

2.  Guiding  the  faint  and  wea  -  ry  Up      to   the  home     a   -  hove,  Filled  with  the  grace  of 

3.  Tho' we  be  called    to     suf  -  fer,  Bear- ing  with  joy    the  cross;  Self,  with  its  carts    for- 


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•2.        <)  ye  oationa  of  the  earth,  adore  him!  o  ye  people,  in  the  Lord  rejoioel  Come  before  him  with  a 

3.  Tho*  he  dwelleth  on  the  mount  of  Zi-  on,  Now  exalt-  ed  to  the_throne  above,  He   is  in<  r-ci-ful  to 

4.  Come  and  worship  our  divine  Redeemer,  Oh,  the  rapture  that  he  longs  to  give;  Oome,and  trusting  in  his 


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Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee : 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  hound, 

And,  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

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Copyright,  1884,  by  John  J.  Hood. 


4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above; 

_  Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint, 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore : 

Oh,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more! 

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Fanny  J  .  Crosbt. 


i.  Oh,  what    is  your  prospect,  poor  sin- ncr?  And  where  is  your  refuge  to    -    day?  The  raer-cy    of 

2.  Oh,  what    is  your  prosp  Q-ner?  The  world  like  a  shadow    is       vain;      If  there  you  are 

h  moment  is  bringing  you  near  -  cr  And  near- er  the  brink  of  the    grave;  Why  cling  to  the 

Mold,   at  your  heart  he  i~.  knock-  ing!  He  calls,  and  entreats  you  to  come;  Then  haste,while  his 


"Wliat  is  your  Prospect? 


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2.  How  our  tears  of  anguish  flowed,  As  we  sought  his  dark  abode  ;  When  we  reach'd  that  place  of  death 
x.  Lo,  the  grave-clothes  folded  lie,  While  an  an  -  gel  makes  re-  ply,  "  Seek  not  here  your  ris  -  en  Lord, 
4!  Tell  the  slaves  of  guilt  and  shame,  Christ  their  ransom  free  became ;  Tell  the  mourner  bowed  in  gloom, 


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Sing  above  the  open  grave,  Christ  is  strong  to  save  !  Sing  above  the  open  grave,  Christ  is  strong  to  save ! 

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Doubt  not  his     Love,  doubt  not  his  grace,   Eis  blood,  free   ly    shed,  all  tin  sins   can  ef-face, 

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1.  Lo!  the  fields  are  white  unto   the  harvest  now  [harvest  now],  But  the  lah'rers,  where  are  they? 

2.  If    we   can-not  with  the  reapers  hear  the  toil  [bear  the  toil],  Binding  up  the    hea  -  vy   grain; 

3.  But  we  know  the  glorious  harvest  home  is  near  [home  is  near],  And  the  time  will  not  be     long 


To   the  mighty  Lord    of   harvest  let    us  look  [let  us  look],  Let  us    for  more  lab'r-ers    pray. 

If   we    on- ly  with  the  gleaners  bear  our  part  [bear  our  part].  We  will  la- bor    not       in      vain. 

Till  the  reap-  ers  and  the  gleaners  shall  return  [shall  return],  Bringing  sheaves  with  joyful  song. 


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jieart  and  Voice  ufe  liaise. 


Jno.  R.  Swbnsv. 


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1.  To   God  we     render  in  this  dear  re-  treat  Bangs  of  praise,  grateful  praise,  Ghuily    sitting  at  the 

2.  O    may  we  treasure  ill  the  days  of  youth  Words  BO  dear,  taught  us  here;  May  eaeh  promise  from  the 

:i.  ( tace  more  oni  tribute  to  bis  praise  we  bring,  Christ  our  Lord,  gracious  Lord,  Glad  hosannas  to   his 

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Clio. — To   God  we     render  in  this  dear  re-  treat  Songs  of  praise,  gratelul  praise,  Gladly    sitting  at  the 

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page     of  truth  Shim',  our  path  to    cheer,  Be  whose  tender  mercies 

oame we    sing, Trusting    in    his  word;  Thus  re- joining    let     us 


hi\  O'er  his  Mock  presiding, 
fall,  Like  a  riv-cr  Bowing, 
go,       In  the  path  Of  du-  ty. 


M.i-i.  i  -     fe<  t,  Heart  and  \oice  we  raise. 

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Peace  and  life  bestow -ing;  Be   who  watches      o  -   vet     all,  Bears  the  children  when  they  call, 

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Beautiful  JVIansions  of  Glory. 


Wm.  J      KlRKPATRICK. 


37 


1.  Beau-  ti  -  fill  mansions  of   glo  -  ry,    Land  of  the  hap-  py  and   blest, 

2.  Beau- ti  -  fill  home  of  the    an  -  gels,  Land  by  the  ser-aph-im     trod, 

3.  There  is  the    ci  -  ty    im-  mor  -  tal :      Canaan,  ce  -  les-tial  and     fair, 


Ci  -  ty  of  brightness  and 
Mansions  prepared  lor  the 
Blooming  with  verdure  un- 


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E.  E.  Rexford. 


I'o-day  there  is  QIadness  in  Jieaven. 


D.  E.  Dohtch. 


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1.  Will  you  come  with  us  to  Jesus,will  you  seek  him  while  you  may  ?  He  is  asking  you  to  come,he  is  urging  you  to 

2.  Will  you  give  your  hearts  to  Jesus,  and  your  many  faults  confess  ?  He  is  asking  you  to  come,he  is  urging  you  to 

3.  Will  you  give  your  all  to  Jesus,  and  the  better  life  pursue  ?  He  is  asking  you  to  come,he  is  urging  you  to 

4.  Would  you  like  to  go  and  see  him,when  you  leave  the  world  behind  ?  He  is  asking  you  to  come,he  is  urging  you  to 
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come  ;  He  is  waiting  to  receive  you,  and  your  happy  souls  to  bless ;  Then  prepare  for  the  soul's  bright  home, 
come  ;  Will  you  give  your  all  to  Jesus,who  has  done  so  much  for  you,  And  prepare  for  the  soul's  bright  home  ? 
come ;  Such  a    tender,  loving  Saviour  you  will  never,  never  find ;  Then  prepare  for  the  soul's  bright  home. 

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Will  you  come?    .     .    Oh,  quickly  come ;  Will  you  come?    .     .    Oh,  quickly  come ; 

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Joy  Cometh  in  the  JVTonring. 


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2.  He  laid  aside  his  crown  of  glory  That  we  might  enter  there,  eternal  life  to  share ;  Oh,  come  and  hear  the 

3.  How  tenderly  he  now  is  calling :  Dear  chiIdren,come  to  Me, and  you  shall  happy  be;  J  low  loving-  ly  the 

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3.  Time  is  now  fleeting,  the  momenta  are  naming,  Passing  from  you  ami  from  me;  shadows  an-  gathering, 

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death-beds  are  coming,  Coming  for  yon  and  i'or     me.  Comehome,        come  home, 

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45 


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1.  Be- side      all    wa-terssow  the  seed, 

2.  How  great  the  fruit  thou  knowest  not: 

3.  The  fowls      a     portion  may  de-  vour, 

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Is  it  Well  With  lis,  my  Brother? 


i.    Is     it  well  with  us,  my  brother,    Is     it  well  with  you  and  me?    Let   us  ask  our  souls  the  question, 
2.  Arc  we  do     in>;  work  lor  Jesus  That  shall  tell  when  time  is  past?  Are  we  liv  -  ing    for  his  glo-ry, 

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Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


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4.  I  have  laid  my  burden  down  and  my  Saviour  gives  me  rest,  There's  a  blessing  at  the  cross  for  me; 


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.  I   am  learning  there  by  faith  my  Redeemer's  gracious  will,  There's  a  blessing  at  the 

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2.  I   have  read  the  old,  old  sto  -  ry,  And  it  touch'd  ray  burden'd  heart,  How,  O  blessed  Son   of 

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Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


flow  jfe  abides  in  me. 


Jno.  R.  Swsnit. 


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1.  My  soul  with  rapture  ia  bounding,  A  smile  from  Jesus  I      see;      Se  knows  bow  truly  I  love  him, 

2.  My  heart  ia  troubled  no  long- er,  His  word  1    ful-ly   be- lieve;  Sweet  peace,al]  knowledge  excelling, 

3.  My  beart  is  troubled  no  long- er,   No  more  with  sorrow  oppressed,   1  leave  it    all  to  theSav-iour, 

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FromJe  bus  1  now  re- ceive;  With  deep  and  fer rent  de-vo- tion  Eiacroaa  [cheerfully  hear. 
For   lie    is    my  constant  guest ;    oh,  may    I    ev  -  er  prove  faithful.  While  here  my  dwelling  shall  he, 

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\  ml  oh,  how  precious  the  promise,  My  Ban  lour  h  ill  answer  prayer. 
And  then  a   rest  in  hia 'kingdom      I  know  will  remain  forme. 

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1.  Dear  Saviour,  we  gather  Once  more  at  thy  throne;  Oh,  hear  us,  we  pray  thee,  Now  make  us  thine  own. 

2.  Dear  Saviour,  thy  promise  We  tru-  ly   be  -  lieve :   Who  -  ev-  er  will  seek  thee  Shall  mercy  re-  ceive. 

3.  Dear  Saviour,  behold  us,   In  thee  would  we  hide ;  We  ask  that  thy  Spirit      In     us  may  a  -  bide. 

4.  Dear  Saviour,  we  love  thee,  Thy  name  we  a-  dore ;    Oh,  grant  us  thy  blessing,  Thy  joy  ev-  er  -  more. 

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Rev.  E.  H.  Stokes,  D.  D. 


White  Inches  of  Gladness. 


Jno    R.  Swrnrt 

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1.  Put   on  the  white  robes   of  gladness.  White  robes  are  the  emblems  of  joy;    Put     off    the  signs  of   thy 

2.  Th'  i  yes,  cause  for  such  gladness,  Thy  sins  are  all  pardoned  to-day  ;  The  heart,  festooned  with  new 

3.  What  cause,  what  cause  for  such  gladness?  The  blood  washes  guilt  all  a-  way  ;  Come  now,  coniplet-  ed     re- 

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sad  -  ness, 
beau  -    ty, 
demp  -  tion, 


And  praise  be  thy  constant  em 
Is     fragrant  as  blossoms  in 

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hi  aling  for  v  1  m  In  the  blood  . 
Sad  hi  ai  ta  an  f<  1  ling  this  pi  iwer, 

And  Sinn.  1    are  '  oming  i"  1  ..<d. 

Lopvngbl,  itliJj.  by  Jm>.  k.  s« 


i  What  cause,  what  cause  for  such  gladness? 
Pea<  e  li  •<  I)  comes  In  like  .1  1 1«  K- ; 
My  soul,  adorned  for  the  Bridegroom, 
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tiha  jiighway  of  the  Lord. 


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1.  Prepare  the  highway  of  the  Lord,  The  highway  of  our  King;  Let  mountains  sink,  let  valleys  rise,  And 

2.  Let  desert  isles  lift  'ip  their  heads,  Let  desert  lands  re- joice,  Let  all  the  earth  in  songs  of  praise  U- 

3.  The  glo-  ry  of  the  Prince  of  Peace  Shall  cover  all  the  earth,  And  shining  wings  the  tidings  bear  Of 


shouts  of  rapture  ring, 
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4  The  world  before  him  shall  appear 
Responsive  to  his  call ; 

And  nations  bending  at  his  feet 
Shall  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Prepare  the  highway  of  the  Lord, 
The  highway  of  the  King ; 

Let  mountains  sink,  let  valleys  rise, 
And  shouts  of  welcome  ring, 
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2.  There  were  ten    be-lieved    in   the   joy  -  lul    news,     Jesus,  the  Saviour,  would  ne'er  refuse;  He  was 

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Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  heaven  and  prayer, 
Wond'ring  if  our  names  are  there  ; 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood, 
Pleading  naught  but  Jesus'  blood; 
Whisper  softly,  wanderer,  come! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 


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Do  something  for  others,  nor  heedless-  ly  live.  Some  heart  may  be  aching  lor  help  thou  may'st  give; 
Do  something  for  Je- sns  in  each  coming  day,  Nor  reckless  -  ly  squander     a    moment     a- way; 


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Je  -  sus;  Saved,  a  king  for- ev-er  reigns,  Thro'  the  blood  of  Je  -  sus. 


Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


Buds  of  Promise. 


WM.  J.   KlRKPATRICK. 


Fine. 


i.  We  are  buds  of  promise  fair,  Blooming  on,  blooming  on,  Guarded  by  a  Saviour's  care,  Praise  his  name ; 

2.  Like  the  birds,  their  tuneful  lay  Chiming  on,  chiming  on,  We  are  singing,  glad  as  they,  Praise  his  name; 

3.  Like  the  brook  that  all  day  long  Sparkles  on,  sparkles  on,  We  will  sing  our  happy  song,  Praise  his  name ; 


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To  a  bright  and  sunny  land  Marching  on,  marching  on,  Jesus  holds  each  little  hand,  Praise,  praise  his  name. 


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Rev.  J.  H.  Martin. 


"  And  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come. 


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2.  He    that  shall  hear  is     in-vi-  ted    to  come;    Pea  -  i-tent  Bin-ners,   re-turn     to  thy  home; 

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Wm.J.  Kirkfatrick. 


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1.  We  are  coming  unci'  again  where  we  oft   have  met,   In  the  presence  of  the  Lord  our     Kim;, 

•_>.  We  are  coming,  like  thesheep  thai  was  lost  and  found  On  the  dark  and  dreary  mountain!  cold, 

3.  We  are  coming  to  the  founl  where  the  Life-streams  How,  Where  the  spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come; 

■l.  We  are  coming  noTi  by  faith, in   tin- morn  of  youth,  We  are  coming, blessed  Lord,  to     thee; 


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We  have  heard  the  Shepherd's  voice,  and  we  long  to  dwell  In  the     sheltei    of  his  own  dear     fold 

We  are    waiting  at   the  door   at  our    Father's  house,  To    re- oeive  his  ten-der  welcome    home. 

If   the     shining  ones  rejoice  o'er   a     new- born  soul,  Oh,  how  wonder- fu]  its  worth  must  be  I 


To  the  precious  Friend  that  loves  us  in-st; 

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2.  The  day  is  done;  its  hours  have  run;  A 

3.  Grant  us, dear  Lord, from  all  our  ways 

4.  Do  more  than  pardon — give^isjoy 


word  intoour  minds  instil;  And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow  With 
nd  thou  hast  taken  count  of  all  The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, The 
True  absolution  and  release;  And  bless  us,more  than  in  past  days, With 
Sweet  fear  and  sober  lib-  er-ty;  And  loving  hearts  without  alloy,  That 


low-ly  love  and  fervent  will 
broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall 
pur  -  i  -  ty  and  inward  peace 
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life 
life 
life 


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day  and  death's  dark 
day  and  death's  dark 
day  and  death's  dark 


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Oh,  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 
Oh,  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 
Oh,  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 
Oh,  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 


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Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


]VIore  of  Jesus. 


Jno.  R.  Swbkkt. 


1.  Once    a- gain  of   Jesus  we  would  hear,  From  the  ev- er- blessed  page  we  love  so  dear;  Tell  the 

2.  Tell  us  how  the    angels  sang  his  birth,  When  a  lit  -  tie,  helpless  Dane  he  came  to  earth  ;  Tell  us 

3.  Tell  us  how  he  toiled  in  rip- er  years,  Of  his  weary,  weary  iiightB  of  prayer  and  tears ;  Tell  ua 

4.  Tell  us  what  a   ransom  once  he  gave,  Winn  he  suffered  an  the  cross  our  souls  to  save;  Tell  the 

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Bame  old  sto-ry  we  have  heard,  Till  we  learn  it,  ev-*ry  word.    More 
how  the  shepherds  knelt  to  pray  By  the  manger  where  be  lay, 
how  the  poor  he  kindly  taught,  How  the  dead  to  life  he  brought. 
joy  -  ful  sto-  ry  o'er  and  o'er,  How  he  lives  forcv  -  er-  more.       More  of  Je 


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More  and  more,  yes,  more  and  more  ;  Come  and  tell. 


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2.  In  the  shadow  of  the  rock  Let  me  rest, When  the  heat-waves  of  temptation  Are  beating  on  my  breast.When  de- 

3.  In  the  shadow  of  the  rock  Let  me  rest,  When  the  twilight  of  the  evening  Is  gathering  in  the  west ;  When  the 

Let  me  rest, 


weary  walk  of  life,  From  the  burdens  of  the  day,  In  the  shadow  of  the  rock  Let  me  rest  up- on  my  way. 
vi-  ces  of  the  foe  Would  allure  my  feet  astray,     In  the  shadow  of  the  rock  Let  me  rest,  and  let  me  pray, 
night  without  a  morning  On  earth  is  drawing  near,  In  the  shadow  of  the  rock  Let  me  rest  without  a  fear. 

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3.  Great    is  the  Lord,  the  hope  of  our    sal  -  to-  tion, — Strong  is  the  tower  whereon  the  faithful  stand; 

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2.  In    God       we     trust,     nor    fear     eaeh  day       To    trust       his       guid-amv     all       the     wag  ; 

3.  In     God       we     trust, —  our    God       of    love,     Our    King     who        ev    -    ez    reigns      a-  bo\c; 

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4  In  the  silent  hours  of  midnight 

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2.  Ver  -  y  frail  and  week  am  I,  Oft  forgetting  thou  art  nigh ;  Hear  my  prayer,  and  swift  reply,  Saviour  dear. 

3.  E  v-  er  watch  about  my  home,  Never  let  my  footsteps  roam  Where  the  tempting  voices  come,  Saviour  dear. 

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Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 


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For  your  Prophet,  Priest, and  King." 


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at  thy  feet,  Wilt  thou  make  me  accept  •  n  -  l>ly    thine? 
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Now   I    feel  that  sweet  spirit  which  comes  from  a- bove,  And  redeems  me  from  sin  and    its    power. 

Glo-  ry,  glo  -  ry     to      Je  -  sus     a  -  gain  and      a-  gain,    For  his  love  and  redemp-  tion     so     free. 

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1.  And  can  I    yet  de-lay    My  little  all   to  give?  To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away  For  Jesus  to  receive? 

2.  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ;  I  can  hold  out  no  more :  I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd,  And  own  thee  conqueror. 

3.  Tho'  late,  I  all  forsake;  My  friends, my  all,  resign:  Gracious  Redeemer, take, oh, take, And  seal  me  ever  thine. 
4.  Come, and  possess  me  whole, Nor  hence  again  remove ;  Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul  With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 


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On  him  we  east  our  care    Who  hears  and  answers  [  >r.i\  "r,    Vint  ev'iv  needful  blessing  will  supply. 

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1.  Would'st  thou  have  joy  to  yield  Some  rich  re- ward?  Then,  in  life's  harvest  field,  Work  for  thy  Lord. 

2.  Hold  up    the  lamp  of  faith  O'er  sin's  dark  night,  Souls  in  the  shade  of  death  Wait  for  that  light. 

3.  Salt-  ter  the  seeds  of  hope   O'er  des  -  ert    soil,      Val-  ley    and  mountain  slope  Shall  bless  thy  toil. 

4.  Car  -  ry  love's  healing  balm  Where  sad  tears  roll,  Leading    to  heaven's  calm  Some  striving  soul. 

5.  Oh,  there  is  work  for   all,   True  work  and  blest,    Un  -  til    the  Saviour  call,  "  Come  home  to  rest." 


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2.  That     sto- ry      of    the  Sav-  iour,  Who  died  that  we  might  live,     Has  promised    all  who  love  him, 

3.  He'll    give  OS      his  sweet  spir-it    Of    love  and  joy   and     peace,    And,  though  we  oft  for- get    him. 


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1.  Help    us,  Lord,  with  ev-  'ry   day  Something  good    to    do      or   say;  Help  us.  Lord,  to  love    thee, 

2.  Thou  whose  eye  is  ev  -  'rywheie,  Hear  and  granl  the  children's  prayer;  Guard  and  keep  us  safely, 

3.  While  our  la  -  hor  we    pur-  sue,    More  and  more  our  strength  renew  ;  On-  ly  thou  ean'st  teach  us 

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So    our  deeds  of  kindness,  Shed    a   welcome  light. 

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105 

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2.  Star-  ry  heights  thy  glory     tell,  Earth  and  deep  thy  praises    swell,  All  ere  -  a-  tion  yields  to  thee 

3.  Ho !    ye    pilgrims  on   life's  road,  Spread  the  triumphs  of  your  God  ;  He  is  worthy    to     re  -  ceive 


Heav'n  resounds  thy  peerless  praise ;  Halle-  lu  -  jah,  we  will  sing,  Glo-  ry 
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o  -  ci-an.  Bound  lor  von  e  -  ter-nal  shore?  Drift  -  ing,  drifting, — go- ing, — whith  -  erf 
plea  -    sure,  Head  your  hark  for  heavVs  bright  shore,  Take    on  hoard  the  skill- fui      i»i  lot. 


Heeding  not  the  danger  near,    Drift- ing  <>n    in  Belf-oom-pla- oence,  Feel -ing  no    remorse  or  fear? 

Aimless,  purposeless:— how  vain  I  To   the  dark  and  dread  fbrev  -    erl  What,  oh,  what  have  ye  to  gain! 

I  -■•  ili.-  oars  of  faith  and  prayer;  Then  you'll  make  the  port  of  c,h>-  ry.    God  will  guide  you  safely  there. 

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Are  you  Drifting  ?-concluded. 


107 


Hark  the  voice  . 


of   yonder    pi  -  lot : 


•     /  I        V 

Cease  your  drifting,  seize  the  oar ; 


Hark  the  voice,  the  warn  -  ing  voice     of  yon-  der     pi  -  lot : 
a      +--»■      O      -•-     -A-   -r*-   -0-   -•-   -*• 


Make  the  blest,  ....     ce  -  lestial     har-  bor,  Steer  your  hark    for    Canaan's 

Make  the  blest,  ce  -  les  -  tial     har-  bor,  make  the  har-  bor,  A         A 

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shore. 


Samuel  Francis  Smith. 


tfo-day  the  Saviour  Galls. 


Lowbll  Mason. 


i.   To-day  the  Saviour  calls;     Ye  wand'rers,  come ;  O      ye    benight- ed  souls,  Why  long- er  roam? 

2.  To- day  the  Saviour  calls;     Oh,  hear  him  now;  With -in  these  sacred  walls      To     Je  -  sus  bow. 

3.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls;    For    refuge     fly;    The  storm  of  justice  falls,     And  death  is    nigh. 

4.  The  Spir-  it  calls  to  -  day;  Yield  to  his  power;  Oh,  grieve  him  not  a-way,    'Tis    mer-cy's  hour. 


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Adam  Giibhl. 


1.  Forth     in  the  dawn-light  cool,  and  sweet,  and  tender,  While  yet  the  dew-dropa  tremble  on  the  flowers, 

2.  Forth  while  the  sun  rides  higher  still    in  heav-  en.  Forth  while  the  noon-tide's  fan  id  radiance  glows, 

3.  Lord,  we  have  heard  thee  in  our  youth's  glad  morning :  Lord,  we  still  hear  thee  in  OUT  noonday  prime,  — 


Seek 

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tor    lah'rers,    one  doth  meekly  wander.    Call-  ing,  still  call  ing  through  the  quiet  hours; — 

ir    lali'iets,    still  the    Master     goes; — 
■  ly  vet   suh-  liine  ; — 


le  the  shadows  lengthen  t'ward  the  even,  Call  -  ing    li 
and  glad-lv,   ease  and  pleasure  seorning,  (Jinf   us     fc 


"Go,  work  to-  day,  the  flnsh  of  ear-ly  morning  Brightens  the  east,  and  day 
''(;<>,  work  to-  day! — <>h,  wherefore  yet»  delaying,  Stand  y»  still  i  -  die  as 
Take    u--.  "in  selves  to' thee  we  now  snrren-der,  Take    us,  and    use     us 


is    coining     on; 
the  hours  glide  on? 
the  dav    is      done, 


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QO    <  If  <S>   CJ   tO   C2> 

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§0,  Work  I'o-day.— concluded. 


109 


Go,  in  the  fresh  -  ness  of  the  day's  a-  dorn-  ing,  Sure  shall  your  hire  be 
Go,  for  the  morn  -  ing  waits  not  for  your  staying.  Sure  shall  your  hire  be 
Gath-er     us     then      in  thy  embrac  -  es  ten  -  der,  Such  let  our  hire    he 

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i.  In  -  spir  -  er  and  hear-  er    of  prayer,  Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  thine,    My      all      to  thy 
2.    If    thou     art  my  shield  and  my   sun,     The  night     is      no  darkness     to     me;     And,  fast      as  the 


cov  -  e-nantcare        I,    sleeping  and  waking,  re-sign: 
moments  roll  on,    They  bring  me  but  nearer     to  thee. 


If  3  Thy  minist'ring  spirits  descend, 

To  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 
The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep : 


-o — *- 


V      V 


From  '*  Spicy  breezes,"  by  per. 


4  Bright  seraphs,  dispatched  from  the  throne, 
Repair  to  their  stations  assigned; 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down, 

To  guard  the  redeemed  of  mankind. 

O  CS>  CD  <s>  o  e>  <z> 

DO      KM      MI      FA      SO      LA      SI 


110 


Fanny  J.  Ckosby. 


yes,  I  Will  go. 


W«.  J.    R.IRKPATRICK. 


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1.  There's  a  voice 

2.  There's  a  voice 
&  There's  a  voice 
4.    Oh,  that  voice 


in  my  heart,  and     I     hear      it  to-day;    Rut  why  do      I      lin  -  per?  what 

in  my  heart,  and    it   whis-peis  to  me     That,    it"        I  will  trust  him,  my 

in  my  heart,  and  how  pen  -  tie  its  tone. —  He  waits  to     re-eeive     me   und 

in  my  heart     1    will  hear    and  o-  bey,        I     will  not     re-ject    him,     I 


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The  print     of    the  nails    in   his  hands      I      can    see;   (lint-  ly  he  calls,  1  will 

;  IS.  y  soul  mihi  be  saved  thro'  bis  mer-ite     a -lone;  Gent-  ly  he  calls,  I  will 

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O   OO  (D  N  I)  W  0 

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need  thy  re- freshing,  Oh,  send  blessed  rain;     Re-vive   us,   O     Saviour,  Revive     us 
souls  have  been  sleeping,  Our  zeal  has  been  tame,  O    life-giving    Spir- it,    Revive     us 
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Revive  us  a 

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gain,  Revive 
gain,  Revive 
gain,     Revive 


us  a  -  gain,  More  love  we  would  give  thee,  Re-vive  us  a  -  gain. 
us  a  -  gain,  Re-vive  us,  O  Saviour,  Re-vive  us  a  -  gain. 
us     a  -  gain,      O    life  -  giv  -  ing  Spir- it,     Re-vive    us      a  -  gain. 


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Descend  and  remain; 

||:In  mercy  revive  us, 
Revive  us  again. :  | 
CD  CS>  CD  o  g>  gd  <z> 

VO     HE      MI      FA      SO      LA      SI 


4  Without  thy  rich  blessing 
Our  efforts  are  vain, 

||:Oh,  come  then  to  cheer  us, 
Revive  us  again.  :|| 

From  "Goodly  Pearls,"  by  per. 


5  To  souls  that  are  dying 
Thy  riches  proclaim, 

||:Send  speedy  conviction, 
Revive  us  again.  :|| 


112 


It's  All  in  Jesus. 


1  Kbnawmem.' 


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i.  The  Door  to  heav'n  is  open  wide  That  all    may  enter  in  ;  Come, see  my  Saviour's  hands  and  side;  He'll 
a.  The  Way  to  heav'n  is  straight  indeed,  But  all  may  walk  therein;  My  Saviour  is  a  friend  in  Deed,   He'll 

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wash  you  clean  from  sin.    There's  a  Door   ...       at 

There's     a  Door,  there's  a  Door  at 

wash  you  clean  from  sin.    There's  a  Way    ...       to 

There's     a  Way,  there's  a  Way    to 


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Je    »      -  sus  who  died  on    the      tree. 

Je  -  sus,    my      Je  -  6us     wht    died     on      the        tree,    died    on     the    tree. 
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Cho.- 


3  The  Light  illumes  the  narrow  road 
For  all  who  walk  therein, 
And  Jesus  bears  the  sinner's  load  ; — 
He'll  wash  you  clean  from  sin. 

-There's  a  Light  on  the  pathway  to  glory  for  me, 

On  the  pathway  to  glory  for  me, 
That  Light  is  my  Jesus  who  died  on  the  tree, 
My  Jesus  who  died  on  the  tree. 


4  The  Life  in  Christ  begun  below 
Gives  joy  and  peace  within; 
Our  Jesus  saves  from  every  woe, 
He'll  wash  you  clean  from  sin. 

Cho.—  There  is  Life,  life  eternal  in  glory  for  me, 
Life  eternal  in  glory  for  me, 
That  Life  is  in  Jesus  who  died  on  the  tree, 
In  Jesus  who  died  on  the  tree. 


Mrs.  J.  C.  Yulb. 


tfhe  tranquil  flours. 


Jno.  R.  Swbnbt. 

ad  lib. 


i.  The  tranquil  hours  steal  by  On  drowsy  wings  and  slow,  And  over  all  the  peaceful  sky  The  stars  ol  evening  glow. 
2.      No  gath'ring  clouds  I  see,  I  hear  no  rising  blast,  I  fold  my  tired  hands  restfully,  As  tho'  all  storms  were  oast. 


.3  Yet  whether  so  or  not,  14  This  night  I  will  lie  down 

O  Lord,  thou  knowest  best,  In  peace  beneath  thine  eye ; 

This  night  let  every  anxious  thought  j  Nor  heed  what  ills  unseen  may  frown 
And  trembling  fear  have  rest.         |     Since  thou  art  ever  nigh. 


Copyright,  1887,  by  John  J.  Hood. 


<H 


I  will  lie  down  to  sleep, 
From  every  terror  free ; 

Nor  wake  to  tremble  or  to  weep, 
Secure,  O  Lord,  in  thee! 

CD  CO  CD  ts>  o  e>  <z> 

DO     RE     MI      FA     SO      LA     U 


114 


Jennie  Garnett. 


H ' P— Sr-1— 


Nature's  Lullaby. 
5, 


Adam  Gbihrl. 


1.  Evening  shades  around  us  gather,  Fades  the  light  in  yonder  sky.  Soft  and  low  the  voice  of  nature  Sings  a- 

2.  See  the  lil  -  y  on  her  bosom  Gently  close  its  languid  eye,  Now  the  birds  their  wings  are  folding  While  she 

3.  Father,  hear  thy  weary  children,  To  thy  bos-  om  may  we  By,     Ah,  thy  ten-  der  love  can  soothe  us  With  a 

4.Underneath  thy  wings  protect  us, Guard.oh,  guard  us  from  the  sk  v;  Thou  hast  taught  the  voice  of  nature  1  low  to 
'         »  ..     >.     I  ..  '        »  m 


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EEL"  4  '   y_l    ^  ',    g        ~i ^~^:f^jS    •  I . 


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gain    her  I  ill  -  la  -  by.  Lul  -  la  -  by,  lul  -  la  -  by, 

sings  her  lul  -  la  -  by.  Lul-  la  -  by lul  -  la  -  by Soft  and  low  the  voice  of 

sweet  er   lul  -  la  -  by. 

sing    her  lul  -  la  -  by.  Lul -la -by,  lul  -  la  -  by, 


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O   GD   CD   Cs)   O   S  O 

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PlUSClLLA  J.  OWBNS. 


Jesus  Saves. 


115 


Wm.  J.    KlRKPATKICK. 


1.  "We  have  heard  a    joy  -  ful  sound,  Je-sus  saves, 

2.  Waft    it    on      the  roll-  ing  tide,  Je  -  sns  saves, 

3.  Sing     a-  bove    the   battle's  strife,  Je  -  sus  saves, 
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Je-sus  saves,  Tell  to  sin  -  ners,  far  and  wide, 
Je  -  sus  saves ;   By   his  death  and  endless   life, 


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Je-  sus  saves,   Je-  sus  saves ;  Bear  the  news  to  ev'ry  land,  Climb  the  steeps  and  cross  the  waves,  Onward, 
Je-sus  saves,   Je- sus  saves ;  Sing,  ye  is- lands  of  the   sea,      E-  cho  back,  ye  ocean  caves,  Earth  shall 
Je-  sus  saves,   Je-  sus  saves ;  Sing  it  softly  thro'  the  gloom,  When  the  heart  for  mercy  craves,  Sing  in 
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'tis  our  Lord's  command 
keep     her  ju  -  bi  -  lee, 
tri-umph  o'er  the  tomb, 


Je  -  sus  saves, 
Je .  sus  saves, 
Je  -  sus  saves, 


Je  -  sus  saves. 
Je  -  sus  saves. 
Je  -  sus  saves. 


Copyright,  i88a,  by  John  J.  Hood. 


Give  the  winds  a  mighty  voice, 

Jesxis  saves,  Jesus  saves ; 
Let  the  nations  now  rejoice, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves ; 
Shout  salvation  full  and  free, 

Highest  hills  and  deepest  cavea, 
This  our  song  of  victory, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves. 


O  Cg>   CD   O  G>  <S>  <Z> 

DO     RE      MI      FA      SO      LA      SI 


116 


Mrs.  G.  Partridge. 
First  Voice. 


§od  is  in  jieaven. 


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Second  Voice. 


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s      in  heaven,    andean      he         hear  A   fee  -  Me    prayer  like  mine?  Yes, 

s     in  heaven,   andean      he        see       Winn  I       am        do  -  iiig  wrong?  Fee, 

8     in  heaven,  and  would  he     know         If   I    should     tell       a  lie?  Yes, 

s      in  heaven,    andean        I  go  To  thank  him     lor      his  can?  Not 

'p^j^Thji^T]  -p^;  -fiR]  -ja=fo  -yS^Kc^ 


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if  thou  Baid'st  it  e'er       so  low, 

yet  ;  but        love  him  here      be     -  low 


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Cheerfully. 


I^oom  for  Little  peek 


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golden  streets,  And  room  for  millions  more. 
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3.  I    can  •  not     rest  till   peace  En  -  folds      me  from    a  -  bove, —  Till      my       Redeem  -  er 

4.  Oh,  now     I     know  'tis    done!  My    peace      is  made  with  God;       My     par  -  don's  found  in 


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sus,  my  on  -  ly  hope,  Grant  me  thy  grace, — Teach  me  in  joy   or  pain   Thy  hand  to  trace ; 
sus,  my  on  -  ly  hope,     Je  -  sus,  my  King,   Help  me  with  heart  and  voice  Thy  praise  to  sing ; 
sus,  my  on  -  ly  hope,    Be   thou  my  guest, —  Un  -  der  thy  mighty  wings,   O,     let  me  rest, 


Come  from  thy  throne  ahove,  Come  and  my  dross  remove,  Fill  me  with  perfect  love,  Saviour,  to  thee. 
Keep  thou  my  heart  in  peace,  Bid  every  murmur  cease,  Come  and  my  faith  increase,  Saviour,  in  thee. 
Now  let  thy  beams  divine  Bright  o'er  my  pathway  shine,  t)raw  me,  O  Saviour  mine,  Closer  to  thee. 
Eest  till  the  angel  hand — Home  to  the  promised  land — Bear  me  at  thv  command,  Saviour,  to  thee. 

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2.  Say,  have  you  heard  of  a  glorious  day,  Pure  was  the  dawn  of  its  early     ray,  VVhen  in     a    manger  a 

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There  is  pardon  at  tin' cross,  where  our  sins  the  Saviour  bore.  There  is  pardon  thro' his  name:  hallelujah  ! 
There's  a  blessing  at  the  cross,  and  a  balm  forev'ry  ill,  Tisa  blessing  from  the  Lord:  hallo -In  -jah! 

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When  by  simple,  trusting  faith  his  forgiveness  we  implore.  He  will  whisper,  go  in  peace:  balle  In    jah  ! 

There's  a  welcome  at  the  door,  and  the  whosoe:  -  er  will  May  be  saved  this  very  hour  :halle   lu     jah! 

There's  a  refuge  at  the  cross,  where  the  weary  heart  may  flee,  And  besafe  Brom  ev'rj  storm :  hallelujah ! 

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3.  Oh,  look  to  the  Saviour  of    sin  -  ners !  One  look   at    his    glo  -  ri  -  ous     face 

4.  Oh,  look,  burdened  souls,  look  at  Je-  sus!   He  bids  you    to    look  now  and    live; 

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2.  My  bi-autiful  home  on  high !  It  knows  no  shades  of  night,  No  darkness  ever  comes  To  overwhelm  its  light; 

3.  My  beautiful  home  on  high !   I  soon  shall  soar  a-  way,  And  bask  amid  the  light   Of  thy  ce-les-tial    day; 


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e  Saviour's  loving  hand  Wipes  ev'ry  weeping  eye,  The  Saviour's  loving  voice  Bids  pain  and  sickness  fly  ; 
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Evening  gong. 


Chas.  Edw.  Prior. 

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See,  daylight  is    fading  o'er  earth  and  o'er  ocean;  The  sun  has  gone  down  on  the  far  distant    sea; 
Full  oft  wast  thou  found  far  away  on  the  mountain,  As   eventide  spread  her  dark  wing  o'er  the  wave; 
And  oft   as  the  tumult  of  life's  heaving  billows  Shall  toss  our  frail  bark,  driving  wild  o'er  night's  deep, 
To  God  our  great  Father,  whose  throne  is  in  heaven,  Who  dwells  with  the  lowly  and  contrite  in  heart, 


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Thou  Son  of  the  Highest,  and  life's  endless  fountain,  Be  with  us,  we  pray  thee,  to  bless  and  to  save. 
Let  thy  healing  wing  be  stretched  over  our  pillow.  And  guard  us  from  evil,  tho'  death  watch  our  sleep. 
To-the  Son  and  the  Spir- it    all    glo  -  ry  be    giv- en  ;  One  God,  ev-er  bles-sed  and  praised,  thou  art. 


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3.  Thou  wilt  keep  them,  Lord,  in  perfect  peace  Who  strive  Lu  grace  to     grow  ;  They  shall  look  above  this 

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veils    thy  throne  Their  eyes  of  faith  shall    see. 

pa  -  tient  hope,  And  bear     it  meek-  ly      still. 

changing  world  Where  life's  pore  waters     flow. 

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Oh,  the    future  lies  before   me.  And  I  know  not  where  I'll  be,  Oh,  the    future  lies  before  me,  And  I  know  not  where  I'll  be. 


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3.  How  happy  the  prospect!  how  pleasant  the  road!   Winn  Led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel    of  God, 

4.  Say    not,"  I'm   a      sin-  ner,  and  must  not  partake,"  For  this  \er  -  y     rea  -  son  the  Lord  bids  you  take  ; 


Re  -   freshing  each   moment  the   fust  hap-py  pair,  Till   sin  stopped  the  torrent  and  brought  in  despair. 
Now  mingled  with  mcr-cy,  and  rich  with  free  grace,  From  /-ion    'tis     (lowing     to      all    the    lost  race. 
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Tannt  J.  Crosby. 


In  Bethany. 


Wl*.    J.   KlRKPATRICK. 


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2.'    His  welcome  voice  with  joy  they  heard  In  Beth  -  a  -  ny,  dear  Beth  -  a  -  ny  ;  They  treasured  up  each 

3.  Whene'er  he  cainc  their  souls  were  blest  In  Beth  -  a  -  ny,  dear  Beth  -  a  -  ny ;    His  presence  left       a 

4.  O  Saviour,  make  these  hearts  of  ours  Thy  Beth-a-ny,  dear  Beth -a- ny;   And  grant  to  us      the 


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precious  word     In  Beth  -  a  -  ny,  dear  Beth  -  a  -  ny, 

hallowed  rest,     In  Beth  -  a  -  ny,  dear  Beth  -  a  -  ny 

balmy  showers  Of  Beth  -  a  -  ny,  dear  Beth  -  a  -  ny 


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Jennie  Garnett. 
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Wll.  J.    KlRKPATRlCK. 


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1.  Turn,  oh,  turn  thy  footsteps  homeward,  In  the  desert  roam  no  more,      Lo,  the  Saviour  waits  thy  coming. — 

2.  Turn,  oh,  turn  thy  footsteps  homeward,  Ere  thy  spirit  faint  and  die,       Living  bread  and  liv-  ing  wa-  ter 

3.  Turn,  oh,  turn  thy  footsteps  home  ward,  Leave  thy  path  so  dark  and  wild,  Let  redeeming  love  transform  thee 

4.  Turn,  oh,  turn  thy  footsteps  homeward,  see,  the  door  is  o-  pen  wide  ;    How  the  Saviour  longs  lo  bless  thee! 
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From      a  reb-el    to     a   child. 

Thou  hast  sinn'd  but  he  has  died 


come  to  -  day  ; 


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Lizzie  Edwakds. 


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IVO.  R.  SWBNEY. 


143 


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1.  On- ward,  on- ward,  let  the  watchword  be ;   For- ward,  for- ward,    ev  -  er    singing  cheer-  i  -  ly; 
2..  On-  ward,  on-  ward,    la  -  bor  with  the  day,     Sow  -  ing,  reap-  ing,     do-  ing  good  where'er  we  may; 

3.  On-  ward,  on-  ward,  trusting   in    the  Lord,     On-  ward,  on-  ward,    guided    by    his  blessed  word ; 

4.  On-  ward,  on-  ward,  time  will  soon  be  o'er,    Night    is      corning,  then  our  hands  can  work  no  more ; 


Faint  not,  droop  not,    lift  your  eyes  and  see,     Just    a  step  be-  fore    us  stands  the  wayside  well. 

Pil  -  grim  voic  -  es     cheer  us  while  they  say,    Je  -  sus  now    is    sit-  ting  at    the  way-  side  well. 

Ev  -    'ry      tri  -  al     hath  its  own    re-  ward ;    Je  -  sus  now    is    smiling,  at    the  way-  side  well. 

When  we  gath  -  er       on    the  oth  -  er  shore,  Sweet  will  be  the  meni'ry    of    the  way-  side  well. 


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How  its  waters  glad  the  spirit,  they  who  drink  can  tell ;  O  how  sweet  to  rest  and  linger  By  the  wayside  well. 

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Wll.  J.    KlRKPATRICK 


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1.  Bow  down  thine  ear  and  hear  my  call,  Thou  gracious  Lord,  my  life,  my  all ;      To  thy  dear  cross 

2.  One  word  of  love,  one  smile  of  thine,  Would  sweetly  calm  this  heart  of  mine ;    To  thy  dear  arms 


my  soul  would  flee :  Draw  me,oh,draw  me  close.close  to  thee ! 


3  By  tempest  tossed,  hy  care  oppressed, 
I  come  to  thee,  my  ark  of  rest ; 
My  weary  wings  at  peace  would  he : 
Draw  me,  oh,  draw  me  close,  close  to  thee ! 


for  strength  I  flee :  Draw  me,oh,draw  me  close,close  to  thee !    4  Thou  Rock,  where  waves  can  never  hreak, 


Whose  mighty  power  no  storm  can  shake, 
Be  thou  my  trust  on  life's  dark  sea : 
Draw  me,  oh,  draw  me  close,  close  to  thee ! 

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146 


Mrs.  E.  C.  Ellsworth. 
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1.  Tin- war- cry    ib  sounding!  I    hear    it     a-lar, — And  girding  mj  ar- mor  prepare   for  the  war; 

2.  My  foes  once  more  gather,  but  heav  -  y  with  sleep,  And  weary  with  watching,  no  Tig-  il     I  keep; 

3.  The  darts  fly  -  ing  thickly   are  wonnding  me  sore,  The  foe- men  are  pressing  behind  and  be- fore; 


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147 


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turn  and  see  my  Saviour's  face,  And  shout  the  victo-  ry!  Shout  the  vie- to  -ry!  Shout  the  victo  -    ry ! 

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I  wandered  in  darkness,  Forsak-  en,  alone,  My  hopes  were  all  withered.  And  joy  was  unknown,  Till  I 

2.  My  heart  was  so  guilty,     So  heavy  with  tears.  My  eyes  were  all  blinded  With  fast-flowing  tears,  When  I 

3.  He  sooth 'd  all  my  sorrow,  He  pardon'd  my  sin,  His  touch  gave  me  healing,  His  blood  made  me  clean;  Now  I 

4.  Sad-hearted  and  weary,  Oh,  why  will  you  stray,  When  Jesus  is  waiting  To  save  you  to  day  ?  On-  ly 


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Je  -  sus,  my  own. 
Je  -  sus,  my  own. 
Je  -  sus,  m;  own. 
Je  -  sus,  my  own. 


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Fanny  J    Ckosby. 


Over  the  Jasper  £ea. 


Jno.  R.  Swimy. 


1.  0  beau-ti-ful  ri-ty    of  God  above,  Theci-ty  to  which  I    go,  There  sweet  are  the  songs  of  ro- 

2.  There's  light  in  that  city,  the  light  of  day,  Uncloaded,  and  pure,  and  fair;  No  evening  o'ermaatfea  its 
:5.  They  rest  in  that  ci-  ty  who  labored  here,  For  labor  and  toil  arc  o'er;  There  griefi  arc  forgotten  and 
4.  They  dwell  in  that  city  with  Christ  the  Lord.  Their  crowns  at  his  feet  they  rant,  And  oh,  they  are  reaping  a 

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Divine  guidance. 


149 


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2.  While  thy  mighty  hand  shall  hold  me, — Weak  and  helpless  tho'  I  be, — Safely  I  shall  pass  thro'  dangers, 

3.  Trusting    in  thy  loving  guidance,  Peaceful  -  ly  I  tread  the  way  ;    Look-ing  ev-er    un-to     Je  -  sus, 


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Fearless  of  the  foes  I  see.  Dear  Redeem-  er,  Dear  Redeem-  er,  All  my  trust  is  stayed  on  thee ;  Dear  Re- 
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tect  -  or,  Great  Protect  -  or,  Thou  wilt  keep  me  night  and  day. 


Copyright,  1884,  by  John  J.  Hood. 


4  Under  thy  blest  wing  of  mercy 

How  securely  do  I  rest! 
Clouds  may  come  and  fearful  tempest, 
But  I'm  leaning  on  thy  breast. 

Blessed  shelter, 
Here  no  enemies  molest. 

5  Jesus,  how  thy  loving  kindness 

Hedges  all  my  onward  path, 
How  thy  mercy  doth  inclose  me! 
"Thou  wilt  guide  me  unto  death." 
I  will  praise  thee! 
Praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath. 

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I'he  Land  par  Away. 


Thine  eyes  shall  see  the  King  in  his  beauty  j  they  shall  behold  the  land  that  is  very  far  off." 

Isaiah  xxxiii.  17. 


1..  Edmonstoii. 


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2.  I       sing     of     a    rest,       a     rest,  oh,  how  sweet.  When   life's  wca  -  ry  cares  are    all       o'er; 

3.  I       sing      of     a  home, '"  the  home  of    the  soul,"  Whose  bright  glo-  ries  "  c\  e  liath  not    seen," 


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4  I  sing  of  a  crown,  a  palm,  and  a  lyre, 
Which  Jesus  my  Saviour  will  give; 
For  all  who  press  onward,  and  upward  aspire, 
Shall  life  everlasting  receive. 


5  When  I  sing  my  last  song,  and  death  sets  me  free, 
Come,  angels,  come,  hear  me  away 
Where  "  the  King  in  his  beauty  "  forever  I'll  see, 
In  the  land  that  is  fairer  than  day. 


Tr.  by  T.  M.  Nealb. 


fbt  tfhou  Weary. 


Rev.  Sir  Henry  Baker. 


1.  Art  thou  weary, art  thou  languid,  Art  thou  sore  distress'd?  "Come  to  me," saith  One, "and, coming,  Be  at  rest." 

2.  Hath  he  marks  to  lead  me  to  him,  If  he  be  my  guide?  "  In  his  feet,  and  hands, are  wound-prints,  And  his  side." 

3.  Is  there  di-  adem,  as  monarch,  That  his  brow  adorns?  "Yes,  a  crown  in  very  sure-ty,  But     of  thorns." 


4  If  I  find  him,  if  I  follow, 

What  his  guerdon  here? 

"  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 
Many  a  tear." 


I  5  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  him, 
What  hath  heat  last? 
"Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  past." 


6  If  I  ask  him  to  receive  me, 
Will  he  say  me  nay? 

"Not  till  earth  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away." 


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2     Oh    wonder-nil     Re-deem-  er!  Thy  mighty  power  we  prove     To  save  poor,  guilty     sin  -  ners:  Oh, 

3.  Hold  up    the   bi-bie    ban  -  ner, — The  precious,  ho  ■  ly   word  Show  forth  the  mighty    Sav-iour, — Our 

4.  Hold  up    thegos-pel    ban  -  ner,  The  wondrous  truth  proclaim :  An     ut  -  tennost  sal  -  va  -  tion    Is 


up  the  ban  -ner,    1  [old 


vation  full  and  free.      Hold 
vast,  stupendous  love ! 
glorious,  1  is    en  Lord. 

found  in    Jesus' name.      Hold  up  the  gospel  ban-    ner.         Hold  up  ihc  gospel  b.in    •    ner, 


up  the  ban  ner,  The  blessedgospel 


ban  •  ner  our  own  commander  gave,  our  own    command -er     gave;   Proclaim,  proclaim  the  great  sal- 


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Banner  of  the  Cross. 


Wm.  J.    KlRKPATRICK. 

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i.  Seethat  banner  waving  high,  Floating  in  the 

With  its  shining  folds  unfurl'd, 


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2  Bear  aloft  this  ensign  bright, 
Symbol  of  the  bloody  cross ; 
Emblem  dear  of  love  and  light, 
Saving  souls  from  endless  loss. 


3  'Tis  the  herald  to  our  race 
Of  salvation  full  and  free, 
Sign  of  rich,  redeeming  grace, 
Pardon,  peace,  and  liberty. 


4  Rally  round  this  flag  divine, 
Standard  of  redeeming  love, 
Signal  fair,  and  bright  ensign 
Of  a  kingdom  from  above. 


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T  am  trusting  in  the  Lord  and  re-joic-ing  all  itie  while,  Trusting  in  the  Rock  of  my  sal  -  va  -  tion  ; 
O,  the  precious  blood  he  shed,  how  it  cleanseth  me  from  sin,  Trusting  in  the  Rock  of  my  sal  -  va  •  tion  ; 
lie  is  leading  me  by  faith;  hal-  le  -  lu  -  jah  to  his  name  !  Trusting  in  the  Rock  o(  my  sal  -  va  -  tion  ; 
But  I'll  sing   a  sweeter  song  when  my  journey  here  is  o'er,   Trusting  in  the  Rock  of  my  sal  •  va  -  tion  ; 


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I     am  walking  in    the  light   of     a  Saviour's  laving  smile,  Trusting  in  the  Rock  of  my  sal  -  va  -  tion. 

Tho'  the  stormy  winds  may  blow,  I  have  perfect  peace  within,  Trusting  in  the  R"<  k  oV  my  s.il  -  va  -  tion. 

I  can  sing  with  all  my  heart,  and  redeeming  love  proclaim,  Trusting  in  the  Kink  of  my  sal  -  va  -  tion. 

Yes,  I'll  sing  it    ev  -  ermore,  when  I  reach  the  oth-  er  shore,  Trusting  in  the  Rock  of  my  sal  •  va  -  tion. 


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I    am  clinging  to  the  cross,  I    am  clinging  to  the  cross,  Trusting  irt  the  Rock  of  my  sal  -  va  -  tion. 

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Helpless  I  am, and  full  of  guilt,  But  yet  for  me  thy  blood  was  spilt,  And  thou  canst  make  me  what  thou  wilt, But 
I  thirst,  I  long  to  know  thy  love,  Thy  full  salvation  I  would  prove;  But  since  to  thee  I  cannot  move,  Oh, 
If  thou  hast  work  for  me  to  do,  Inspire  my  will,  my  heart  renew,  And  work  both  in  and  by  me,  too,  But 
And  when  at  last  the  work  is  done,  The  battle  o'er,  the  vict'ry  won,  Still,  still  my  cry  shalMje  alone,  Oh, 


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2.  When  the  per-  ish  -  ing  ones  around  us,  Bur- dens  on  our  souls,  we  hear,  [f  we  earnest-  ly 
15.  What  -  so  -  ev  -  er  we  ask  of  Je-sus,  Temporal  good,  or  gifts  that  flow  From  theSpir-ft  of 
4.  What  -  so  -  ev  -  er    we  ask     of     Je-sus,  There  onr  faith  is  cling- ing  still.  Meek  -  ly  blending  with 


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plead  with  Je  -  sua  He     for  them  will  grant  our  prayer. 

life      e-  ter  -  nal.  He,    our    Sav-iour,  will      be -stow. 

each    pe  -  ti  -  Hon,  Sav-ionr,     if      it      be     thy  will. 

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Brighter  ^y  Beyond. 


157 

Wm    J.  KlRKPATRICK. 


1.  There  is  a  brighter  sky  beyond  Where  clouds  ne'er  dim  the  way,  There  is  another,  brighter  sphere,  Where 

2.  I  trust  not  in  this  earthly  tent  True  happiness    to  gain,  Its  pleasures  yield  not  pure  content,  Each 

3.  I  have  above  a  sweeter  home,  And  do  not  dare  despond,  I  see,  through  all  the  storms  that  come,  The 

4.  The  rainbow  of  a  Saviour's  love  Shall  paint  each  dripping  cloud,  And  thro'  theshining  realmsabove  I'll 


beams  an  end-  less    day.     I  am  looking  to  that  other,  brighter  clime,  Where  perfect  bliss  shall  be  found, 

joy      is  tinged  with  pain, 
bright-er  sky  be  -  yond. 

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Henrietta  E.  ISlaik. 


Open  the  Door. 


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Wm.  J.    KlRKPAimCK. 


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Je  -  sus,  the  8av- ionr,  is  waiting  and  knocking,  Standing  to-day     at  the  door    of  thy  heart; 

Long  he  has  called  thee  and  thon  hast  refused  him.  Long  he  lias  wuit-ed   thy  ;ms  -  wer  to    hear; 
:s.  What  it'  the  lamp  of  thy  life  should  be  darkened?  What  if  the  Saviour  shonld  call  thee  no  more? 
4.  While  he    is  call- ing and  waits  to   be  gracious  Haste  to    admit    him,  the  warning    o-beyj 

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Think   of  the  anguish,  thy  spir  -  it    ap-pal-ing,  Knowing   the  day     of  pxo-bn-tion    is   o'er. 

While  he   is  hold -inn  fchescep-tre    of  pardon,  Quick -ly     receive  him— no  long -ex     de-lay. 

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Jesus,  I  come  to  tfhee. 


WM.  J.   KlRKPATRICK. 


1.  Je-sus,      I    come  to  thee,  Long- ing    for      rest;  Fold  thou  thy  wea-ry  child    Safe    to    thy  breast. 

2.  Je-sus,      I    come  to  thee,  Hear  thou  my      cry;   Save,   or       I      perish,  Lord,  Save  or       I        die. 

3.  Now  let  the  rolling  waves  Bend  to     thy     will,     Say     to     the  troubled  deep,  Peace,  peace  be  still. 

4.  Swiftly  the  parting  clouds  Fade  from  my  sight;  Yon- der    thy  bow  appears,  Love- ly    and  bright. 


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160 

Rev.  M.  Lowrib  Hoppord. 


W&H  in  the  pootsteps  of  Jesus. 


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i.  Walk    in   the  footsteps  of   Je  -  sus,  The  Light,  the  Truth,  and  the  Way,  And  your  path  will  shine  more 

3.  Walk    in    the  footsteps  of    Je  -  sus!  The  lips     of  the  dumb  shall  sing,  And  the  broken  heart  with  re- 

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1.  I   am  looking,  ev-  er  looking  with  a  firm,  a  -  biding  faith,  To  the  Refuge  where  my  soul  has  trusted  long, 

2.  ?am  watching, ever  watching  with  a  calm  and  steadfast  eye, Till  the  shadows  of  the  twilight  shall  descend, 

3.  I  am  waiting,  ever  waiting,  till  my  blessed  Lord  shall  come,  Till  he  gathers  all  his  chosen  ones,hisown  ; 

4.  I  am  looking,  watching,  waiting, and  the  time  is  drawing  near  When  my  spirit  from  its  casket  shall  be  free, 
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Till  a  gentle  voice  shall  call  me  from  the  vineyard  by  and  by,  And  the  sowing   in  the  reaping-time  shall  end. 

Then  I'll  sing  redeeming  mercy  with  the  ransom'd  host  at  home, When  I  lay  my  humble  sheaves  before  the  throne. 

When  the  anthems  of  the  faithful  at  the  river  I  shall  hear,  And  reward-  ed  for  my  trusting     I   shall   be. 

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It   may  be  asyoa  sit  home,  talk- ing  Of  the 


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It  may  he  when  the  evening  gray 
Is  making  the  long  black  shadows  appear 

From  the  poplars  over  the  way ; 
It  may  be  as  the  lamps  are  burning, 

As  your  little  ones  cluster  around, 
That  faint  in  the  far-off  heaven 

My  coming  to  you  may  sound ; 

Ref. — So  watch.     Let  the  house  be  in  order, 
Keep  a  guard  upon  the  door, 
So  I,  thy  Christ,  may  enter 
And  abide  forevermore. 


4  Yes,  I'll  await  thy  coming, 

Be  it  morning,  noon,  or  night ; 
I  will  list  with  the  heart  of  a  watcher 

Whose  master  may  come  in  sight ; 
And  the  door  shall  be  always  open, 

For  fear  that  I,  in  my  sleep, 
May  wake  too  late  to  open 

When  I  hear  my  Master's  feet 

Ref. — So  I  wait,  for  the  time  I  know  not 
When  my  Master's  work  is  done ; 
I  only  know  that  he  bids  me  "  watch," 
And  says,  "  I  will  surely  come." 


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3.  Then,  soon  the  heavenly     portals      I    shall  gain,  Freed  from  all  taint  of   grief,  or  pulse  of  pain ; 

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172 


Rev.  Enoch  Stubbs. 


Accept  our  Qlad  Praises. 

[KOR   CHILDREN'S   DAY.] 


\VH.  J.    KlRKPATRICK. 


i.      We  come,  blessed  Saviour,   a- gain  un- to  thee,  As  children  we  gath-er  with  gladness  and  glee;  The 

2.  Not  now    as     of   old    let   the   lad-der  appear     In    vis -ion     alone,  but   be     ver  -  i  -  ly  here;    A 

3.  Our    fa-  thers  are  pass-ing  so  swift- ly     away,  Make  us  wise  and  ho  -  ly  and  ear  -  nest,  we  pray  ;  That 

4.  When  meetingsare  ended,  and  summer  is  gone, — Death's  winter  approaches,  our  work  all  well  done, — Then 


sum-mer    is  come,  with  its  sunshine  and  flow'rs,  To  cheer  and  to  bless  us 

stair- way   of    ho  -  ly    in  -  struction    be  given,  By  which  we  may  climb  to 

when  they  are  gone  we  may  en  -  tor  the  fight,  And  bat  -  tie    for   Je  -  sus, 

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2.  Wouldst  thou  be  sav'd  from  death  ?  Let  the  Saviour  in  ;  Wouldst  thou  escape  his  wrath  ?  Let  the  Saviour  in ; 

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Bessie  Rfbcb. 
With  spirit, 


£ong  of  Qpeeting. 

FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 


Adam  Gkibul. 


1.  To   you,  kind  friends,  once  more  we  come,  With  cheerful  BOUgS  of  greeting,  With  grateful  hearts  for 

2.  Tho'  time  hath  strew  n  our  path  with  wrecks,  And  treasur'd  hopes  liave  perished,  And  tho'  anmng  them 

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1.  Come  and  meet  OB,  Lord,  we  pray.  Bless    our  Sabbath -school     to-day;     At       its    ope-ning 

2.  Come  und  help  us,  Lord,  our  King,  While  onr  grate -fnl  praise  we  bring;  May    our    hap-py 

3.  Come  and   lead  as,  Lord,  onx  Guide,    In     thy   bos  -  (low  may    we  hide ;  Though  onr  way  we 

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Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


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We  thank  thee,  dear  Father,  for  what  we  have  heard,  And  pray  that  thy  blessing  may  follow  thy  word  ; 
We  thank  thee,  dear  Father,  for  moments  so  bright,  When  we   in  thy  worship  may  gladly       u-nite; 
Ac- cept   our  de  -  vo-tion,  and  now  as    we    part,    We   ask  that  thy  Spir- it  may  dwell  in  each  heart, 
And  when  in  thy  tern- pie   we  gath-  er    no   more,  When  meeting  and  parting  on  earth  shall  be  o'er, 


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Oh,  may   the   instruction  that  here  we 
May  keep  us  from   e  -  vil  wher-  ev  -  er 
Oh,  then    to  thy  kingdom  of    joy  may 


may   go,    Our  lives  and  ex  -  am- pie   its  teaching  may  show. 
re-  ceive  Lead  ma-  ny    a-round  us    on  thee    to  be- lieve. 
we      go,  And  help    us     in     wisdom  and  knowledge  to  grow, 
we   come,  And  praise  thee  forev  -  er     in      glo  -  ry   at  home. 

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The  Child  of  a  King. 

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i    M  v  Father  is  rich  in  houses  and  lands. 

He  holdeth  the  wealth  of  the  world  in 
his  hands!  [gold, 

Of  rubies  and  diamonds,  of  silver  and 

His  coffers  are  full,  he  has  riches  untold. 

Cho. — I'm  the  child  of  a  King, 
The  child  of  a  King; 
With  Jesus  my  Saviour, 
I'm  the  child  of  a  King. 

2  My    Father's  own   Son,  the    Saviour 

from  sin  !  [of  men  ; 

Once  wandered  o'er  earth  as  the  poorest 
But  now  he  is  reigning  forever  on  high, 
And  will  give  me  a  home  in  heaven,  by 

and  by!  [earth. 

3  I  once  was  an  outcast  stranger  on 
A  sinner  by  choice,  an  "alien''  by  birili  ! 
Bui    I've   been  "adopted,"  my   name's 

written  down  ;  [crown. 

An   heir  to  a  mansion,  a  robe,  and  a 

4  A  tent  ora  cottage,  why  should  I  care? 
They're  building  a  palace  fur  me  over 

there !  [may  sing; 

Though  exiled  from  home,  yet,  still  I 
All    glory  to  God,  I'm  the  child  of  a 

King. 

ISO        Glory  to  His  name. 


i    I  lows  at  the  cross  where  my  Sa\  i  .in 

[cried ; 

Down  where  for  cleansing    from  sin  I 


FAMILIAR    HYMNS. 

There  to  my  heart  was  the  blood  applied ; 
Glory  to  his  name. 
Cho. — Glory  to  his  name, :  J 
There  to  my  heart  was  the  blood  applied  ; 
Glory  to  his  name. 

2  I  am  so  wondrously  saved  from  sin, 
Jesus  so  sweetly  abides  within  : 
There  at  the  cross  where  he  took  me  in  ; 

Glory  to  his  name. 

3  Oh,  precious  fountain,  that  saves  from 

sin, 
I  am  so  glad  I  have  entered  in  ;  [clean, 
There   Jesus  saves  me  and    keeps  me 
Glory  to  his  name. 

4  Come   to   this  fountain,  so  rich  and 

sweet ; 
Cast  thy  poor  soul  at  the  Saviour's  feel 
Plunge  in  to-day, and  be  made  complete ; 

Glory  to  his  name. 
1 H7    Is  my  name  written  there  1 


Lord,  I  care  not  for  riches, 

Neither  silver  nor  gold; 
I  would  make  sure  of  heaven, 

I  would  enter  the  fold 
In  the  book  of  thy  kingdom, 

With  its  pawl's  so  fair. 
Tell  me,  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Is  my  name  written  there? 
Cho. — Is  mv  name  written  there, 

On  the  page  white  md  fair? 

In  the  book  of  thv  kingdom 
Is  my  name  written  there? 

2    Lord,  niv  sins  ihev  arc-  niiiiv, 

Like  the  sands  of  the  sea. 
But  thy  blood,  oh,  my  Saviour! 
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Is  sufficient  for  me ; 
For  thy  promise  is  written, 
In  bright  letters  that  glow, 
"Though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet, 
I  will  nuke  them  like  snow . " 
3  Oh.  that  beautiful  city, 

With  us  mansions  ol  light. 

With  us  glorified  beings, 

In  pure  garments  of  white; 
Where  no  evil  thing  comeih. 

To  despoil  what  is  lair; 
Where  the  angels  are  watching, — 

Is  my  name  written  there? 

188     Bringing  in  the  sheaves. 


i  Sowing  in  the  morning,  sowing  seeds 

of  kindness,  [eves 

Sowing  m  the  noon-tide,  and  the  dewy 

Waiting  for  the  harvest, and  the  tune  of 

reaping,  [the  sheaves. 

We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in 
Cho. — Bringing  in  thesheavi 

We  -.hall  conn-  rejoicing, 
Bringing  in  the  sheaves,  :| 

j   Sowing  in  the  sunshine,  sowing  in  the 

shadows,  [dulling  breese; 

Fearing   neither  clouds  nor  winters 

By   and    bv   the  harvest,  and    the  labor 

ended.  [the  Sheave*, 

We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bunging  in 

3  Go.   then,  ever   weeping,  sowing    for 

the  M.isler,  [often  gnrws. 

Though    the  loss  sustained  our  -pint 

When   our   weeping's   over,  he  will   bid 

us  welcome,  I 'he  sheaves. 

We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bunging   in 


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All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear  I 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer  I 
O  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

O  what  needless  pain  we  bear, — 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged. 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer; 
Can  we  find  a  Friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer; 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer; 
In  his  arms  he'll  take  and  shield  thee, 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 


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Alas  !  and  did. 


I  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


FAMIT.TAK   TTY3INS. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  UDon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  1  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature, 's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


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Come,  thou  Fount. 


■^ — ■ — — — — y. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise; 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above 
Praise  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come: 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home; 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 
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3  O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee: 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it. 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here's  mv  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above.        [it, 


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Missionary  Hymn. 


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From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation !  Oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

3  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

la  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


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Beulah  Land. 


I'vh  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine, 
And  all  its  riches  freely  mine  ; 
Here  shines  undimmed  one  blissful  day, 
For  all  my  night  has  passed  away. 

Cho. — O  Beulah  Land,  sweet  Beulah  Land, 
As  on  thy  highest  mount  I  stand 
I  look  away  across  the  sea, 
Where  mansions  arc  prepared  for  me 
And  view  the  shining  glory  shore. — 
My  heaven,  my  home,  forevermorc  ! 

a  My  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me, 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we; 
He  gently  leads  me  by  his  hand, 
For  this  is  heaven's  border-land. 

3  A  sweet  perfume  upon  the  breeze 
Is  borne  from  ever-vernal  trees, 

it  .wers  lli.it  never-fading  grow 
Where  streams  of  life  forever  flow. 

4  The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me 
Sweet  sound!  of  heaven'i  melody, 

As  angels  with  the  white-robed  throng 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. 

11)  I        O  for  a  thousand  tongues. 


FAMILIAR    HYMN'S. 

3  Jesus !  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 

life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


11)5 


i  (  m  and  tongues,  to  sing 

M  ,  pre  >t  Red  tise; 

The  glories  of  my  <  iod  and  King, 
riumpha  ol  bis  grace. 

3  Ms  [aster,  and  my  God 

t  ma  to  proclaim, — 
To  spread,  through  .ill  the  earth  •■ 

The  honors  of  thy  name. 


I  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

a  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
W  i  msomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  j  -  >u  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  g 
Go,  spread  your  trophies 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


11)0 


Blessed  Bible. 


Man  was  lost  and  doomed  to  sorrow. 

Not  one  ray  of  light  I  I 
Could  he  from  earth's  treasures  borroufc 

Till  his  way  was  cheered  by  this. 

a  Yes,  I'll  to  my  bosom  press  thee; 
Precious  Word,  I'll  hide  thee  here, 

Sure  my  very  heart  will  bless  thee, 
For  thou  ever  say'st.  "  Good  cheer  I" 

5]  e.iA,  poor  heart,  and  tell  thy  pond'rings, 
Tell  how  far  thy  rovings  led, 

When  this  book  brought  back  thy  wand- 
Speaking  life  as  from  the  dead,     ['rings. 

g  Yes,  sweet  Bible  !   I  will  hide  thee 
ep — yes,  deeper  in  this  heart  ; 
I       ,i  through  all  my  life  wilt  guide  me, 

And  in  death  we  will  DO!  part. 
Part  in  death  !  no,  never  I  never  I 

Through  death's  vale  I'll  lean  on  thee; 
Then  in  worlds  above,  forever. 
Sweeter  still  thy  truths  shall  be. 


197  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river. 


-y-M , "t-Lo-1 


bio  \  how  I  love  it  I 
How  ><  doth  dm  bosom  cheer  I 

On  e.ulh  Ulc  tins  to  I 
Oh,  what  stores  of  wealth  urc  hcr« 

188 


i  Sn  \i  I.  wo  meet  beyond  the  river, 
re  the  surges  cease  to  roll? 
Where  in  all  the  bright  fori 

Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 

CAo.—^h  ill  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river? 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 

Where  the  suites  cease  to  roll? 

2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er? 
Shall  we  inert  and  cast  the  anchor 

By  the  bright  celestial  shore? 

3  Shall  we  meet  H  ith  <  3»rlt1  our  Saviour, 

,  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  WO  know  Ins  blessed  favor. 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne? 


19S     Must  Jesus  bear  the  Cross. 


Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

199      Redeeming  work  is  done. 


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i  Redeeming  work  is  done, 
The  debt  of  sin  is  paid  ; 
The  precious  Lamb  of  God, 
My  sacrifice  is  made. 
Ref. — Jesus  paid  it  all ; 

All  to  him  I  owe; 
Sin  had  left  a  crimson  stain  ; 
He  washed  it  white  as  snow 

2  I'll  bow  at  Jesus'  feet, 

And  plead  his  grace  so  free ; 
I'll  wash  me  in  his  blood, — 
That  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

3  Yes,  Jesus  paid  it  all ; 

To  him  the  glory  be ; 
His  love  my  pardon  speaks, 
And  grace  has  set  me  free. 


FAMILIAR    HYMNS. 
200        Blow  ye  the  trumpet. 


1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home 

201     Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds. 


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BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  christian  love  ; 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
187 


3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

202       I  love  to  tell  the  Story. 


I  LOVE  to  tell  the  Story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love ; 
I  love  to  tell  the  Story, 

Because  I  know  it's  true ; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 

As  nothing  else  would  do. 

Cho. — I  love  to  tell  the  Story, 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  Old,  Old  Story, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  Story  ! 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  Jill  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  tell  the  Story, 

It  did  so  much  for  me, 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  Story, 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  New^Soni;, 
'Twill  be  the  OLD,  OLD  STORY, 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 


203 


Dennis.        [Tune,  p.  1&4.  | 


1  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord,— 

The  house  of  thine  abode,— 
The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'rf 
With  Ins  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God! 

Her  wills  before  thee  stand 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye 

And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 

I    >  1,    1   my  cares  and   toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

20  I      Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer. 


FAMILIAR    HYMNS. 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
1] :  I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And   wait    for    thee,  sweet    hour   of 
prayer. :  || 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of 

prayerl 
May  I   thy  consolation  share, 
Till,  from  Mount  1'isgah's  lofty  height. 
I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight : 
Tins  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the 

air, 
Farewell,    farewell,    sweet    hour    of 

prayer. :  || 


3  There  let  my  way  appear 
Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendesl  me. 

In  mercy  given : 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God.  to  thee. 
Nearer  to  thee  I 


206     Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul. 


205 


Nearer  to  Thee. 


I  SWEET  hour  of  prayer,  sweet    hour 
of  prayer, 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bid*  me  it  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known: 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  Mas  often  found  relief, 

f  And  oft  est  aped  die  tempter's  snare. 
Hv  thy  relurn.sweet  hour  of  pr.iv  1 

a  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of 
prayer, 
Thy  wme,s  shall  mv  petition  beat 
To  him  whole  truth  and  faithfulness 

Kiuiage  the  waning  soul  to  bless; 


Nf  \rf.r,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 
I",  en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  I 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  (iod.  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee! 

Though  like  the  wanderer, 
l  he  sun  gone  down, 

Dai  knetS  be  over  me, 
\!  v  real  a  stone, 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Ne  in  -I ,  mv  i  iod,  to  thee. 
Nearer  to  thee  I 
1M 


1    JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul. 

I^et  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past: 
Safe  into  ihe  haven  guide. 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  List. 

a  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee: 
Lease,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone  I 

Still  support  and  comfort  me; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed; 

All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring; 
Cover  mv  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou.  O  Christ,  art  all   I  want; 

Mor<-  than  all   in  thee  1   find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and   lead  the  blind. 
]ust  and  holy  is  thy  name. 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  1 
FaKe  and  full  of  sin  1  am. 

Thou  ail  full  ot  truth  and  jmev. 


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207 


He  Leadeth  Me. 


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FAMILIAR  HYMNS. 

209   The  Rock  tnat  is  Cipher  than  I. 


He  leadeth  me  !   O  blessed  thought ! 

O  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught  ? 

Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 

Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

Ref. — He  leadeth  me,  he  leadeth  me, 
By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me  ; 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 

2  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine — 
Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 
Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 

208      Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd. 


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1  Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us, 

Much  we  need  thy  tend'rest  care ; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare ; 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are 

2  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 
Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free 

Blessed  Jesus, 
We  will  early  turn  to  thee. 

3  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord,  and  only  Saviour, 
With  thy  love  our  bosom  fill ; 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 


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x  Oh,  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep. 
And  rough  seems  the  path  to  the  goal. 
And  sorrows,  how  often  they  sweep 
Like  tempests  down  over  the  soul. 

Cho.— ":Oh,  then  to  the  Rock  let  me  fly. 
To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I.:J 

2  Oh,  sometimes  how  long  seems  the  day, 

And  sometimes  how  weary  my  feet; 
But  toiling  in  life's  dusty  way. 
The  Rock's  blessed  shadow,  how  sweet ! 

3  Oh,  near  to  the  Rock  let  me  keep, 

Or  blessings,  or  sorrows  prevail ; 
Or  climbing  the  mountain-way  steep 
Or  walking  the  shadowy  vale. 

210  The  New  Song. 


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i  There  are  songs  of  joy  that  I  loved  to  sing 
When  my  heart  was  as  blithe  as  a  bird  in 

spring ;  [cheer 

But  the  song  I  have  learned  is  so  full  of 
That  the  dawn  shines  out  in  the  darkness 

drear. 

Cho. — Oh,  the  new,  new  song  *  Oh,  the  new, 

new  song,  [throng: 

I  can  sing  it  now  with  the  ransomed 

Power  and  dominion  to  him  that  shall 

reign ;  [was  slain 

Glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that 

i  There  are  strains  of  home   that  are   dear 

as  life, 

And  I  list  to  them  oft 'mid  the  din  of  strife; 

But  1  know  of  a  home  that  is  wondrous  fair, 

And  I  sing  the  psal  m  they  are  singing  there. 

189 


3  Can  my  lips  be  mute,  or  my  heart  be  &ad. 
When  the  gracious  Master  hath  made  me 

Eladr  Jbe, 

When  Tie  points  where  the  many  mansions 
And  sweetly  says,"  There  is  one  for  thee?" 

4  I  shall  catch  the  gleam  of  its  jasper  wall 
When  I  come  to  the  gloom  of  the  evenfall, 
For  I  know  that  the  shadows,  dreary  and 

dim. 
Have  a  path  of  light  that  will  lead  to  him. 

211    The  morning  light  is  breaking. 


1  THE  morning  light  is  breaking- 

The  darkness  disappears; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears ; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion. 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
i-vnd  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  cornel" 


INDEX. 


First  Lines  in  roman  ;   Titles  in  capitals. 


Accept  our  clad  praises, 
Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus 

All  is  will, 
Andean  I  yet  delay,   ! 
Are  there  rEN  n  '-day? 

Are  you  drifting  down  life's 
Arise,  ye  saints,  arise  !  . 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 
At  the  cross,  and  'neath  it  only. 
Awake  !  arise  !   the  morn  is  bright 
Awake,  awake,  ()  /ion,  lift  thy 

Banner  of  i  he  cross, 

ns  <>f  glory, 
BEI  ORE   I  HE  1  KRONE,  . 

Behold  the  army  of  the  Sunday 
BEHOLD.THEFIEI  DS  A  REV.  nil  L 

the  seed, 
Bleeding,  dying — all  for  me, 
i   Bible,  how  I  love  it ! 
Lord,  thy  invitation, 

is  I .  i;  I    wi    GO, 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,  . 

Blood  01   [esus, 

Blow  ye  the  tr  impet,  blow,  . 

lown  thine  •  u  and  bear 
Brighter  sky  beyond,    . 
Buds  of  promise, 

Call  us  I  KIN!  OWN, 
Chriii  :  Christ  is  risen 

<    LOSE,  CI  OSB   TO   I  III  i:, 

meet  ns,  Lord,  we  pray 


172 

190 

195 

Si 

99 

70 

106 

25 

151 

21 

52 
18 

153 
37 
124 
178 
26 

45 
119 
196 

55 

83 
201 

76 
200 
»45 
«57 

77 

57 
12 

I4S 

182 


Come  and  work  for  Jesus.    .  101 

Come,  come  away  to  the  house  of  .  3 

'  ll  IME,  1  OME   lnl'AV,.          .  71 

I  l<  mi.,  O  COME 68 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad,     .  25 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  bless-  .  191 

Come  to  the  fountain.  ...  78 

Coming  home  h-dav,     .       .  24 

Dear  Lord,  in  simple  faith  alone,  28 

ur,  we  gather  once       .  57 

1  ma  01  ion.  C.  M 13 

Divine  guidance,     .       .       .  149 

Do  something,  yes,  something,     .  74 

Down  at  the  cross  where  my  Sav-  186 

Evening  shades  around  us  gather  114 

Evening  song 131 

Faithful  .s  the  saying,.       .  69 

For  me 28 

forth  in  the  dawn-light,  cool  and  108 

For  you  and  for  me,       .       .  44 

FORVt   IRD   Mils  GO,              .            .  ^OO 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  192 

Give  glory  to  God,  all  ye  lands    .  138 

Give  ill  inks  unto  God,  the  Creator  9 

Glorioi  s  victory    .       .       .  133 

GO  AND  TEACH  ALL  NA1  IONS,     .  4 

God  ble  soui  pastor  I  may  he  be,  177 

<  lod  bid  1  urn  Sabbath  school,     .  87 

i  tod  is  in  heaven,  and  >  an  he  hear?  116 

God  .  hol\  1  hi  ri  11  small     .  72 

190 


GO  FORTH 45 

Go  on,  go  on,  ye  souls  made  free,  96 

GO,  v\"KK  today,     ...  108 

Grateful  homage.  Lord,  we  bring  105 

(ireat  and  mighty  is  the  Uod  who  30 

Great  is  the  Lord,  the  Prince  of  .  86 

Guide,  78 73 

Happy  little  birdie,        ...  79 

ll.uk,  hark,  the  sabbath  bells  are  .  140 

1 1. irk.  my  soul  1   it   is  the  Lord;     .  31 

1  Ink  !   'tis  the  voice  of  the  S.iv-  .  7 

II. irk!  what  mean  those  holy       .  93 

Heart  and  voice  we  raise   .  36 

Hear  the  Spirit  pleading  soli  and  68 

He  combs 18 

He  leadeth  me!  O  blessed  thought  207 

Help  us  Lord,  with  every  day,     .  104 

Ills    I  ,,\  1     ,\M)   Ml  RCTi     I  II  1  INT..  20 

Ills  mi  k.  \  1  NDUR1  ill  FOREVER  9 

Hold  up  the  gospel  banner;           .  152 

Holy,  hoi) .  holy,  Lord,        .        .  53 

Holj  Spirit,  faithful  guide,  .        .  73 

Holy  voices 93 

iii>s\N\  \  ro  our  King,   .      .  171 

Hushed  was  the  evening  hymn,  .  07 

I  am  leaning,  O  mv  Father,           .  8l 

I  .1111  looking,  ever  looking  with  a  tot 

I  .mi  saved  in  Christ  my  Saviour,  40 

1  .nil  trusting  in  the  Lord  and  154 

[n  Bethany 141 

I  cannot  seek  too  early,         .         .  103 


INDEX. 


I  have  found  a  friend  divine,        .  62 

I  have  laid  my  burden  down,       .  5° 

I   hope  to  meet  you  all  in  glory,  .  66 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, —        .  203 

I  love  to  tell  the  story,         .         .  202 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  61 

I  must  have  the  Saviour  with  me,  54 

Infant  song 49 

In  God  we  trust,  oh,  blessed         .  88 

In  his  mercy   Jesus  sought  me,     .  11 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer,     .  109 

IN  THE  HOLLOW  OF  HIS  HAND, .  46 

In  the  murmur  of  the  bjreeze,       .  10 

In  the  shadow  of  the  rook,    .         .  85 

In  this  world  of  sin  and  danger,  .  149 

In  Thy  likeness,      .        .        .  167 

I  sing  of  a  land,  a  land  far  away,  150 

Is  it  well  with  us,  my  brother,       .  48 

It  must  be  settled  to-night,  .         .  121 

Its  all  in  Jesus,        .        .        .  112 

I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  193 

I  wandered  in  darkness,  forsaken,  147 

I  was  a  wand'reronce  from  home,  42 
I  WILL  SING  His  praises,  .         .II 

Jacob's  Well 122 

Jesus  I  come  to  thee,   .         .         .  159 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,         .         .  206 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  thee  I  cry,      .  155 

Jesus,  my  only  hope,    .         .         .  123 

Jesus,  my  own 147 

Jesus  sat  by  the  well,  and  a.         .  122 

Jesus  saves 115 

Jesus,  still  lead  on,         ...  5 

Jesus  the  Saviour  is  waiting  and  .  158 

JOY  COMETH  IN  THE  MORNING,.  41 

Joyously  sing,  joyously  sing,         .  34 

Let  the  Saviour  in,        .        .  173 

Lift  your  voices,  watchmen.  144 


Look  unto  Him  and  be  saved  65 

Look  unto  Jesus,  O  penitent  heart  65 

Look  up !  behold  the  fields  are   .  26 

Lord,  I  care  not  for  riches.           .  187 

Lo !  the  fields  are  white  unto  har-  35 

Love  immortal,       ...  16 

Love  there  is  that  passeth    .         .  16 

Lov'ST  THOU  ME?       ...  31 

Make  me  loving,     ...  91 
Meek  and  lowly,  .         .         .         .128 

Mercy  at  the  cross,       .       .  126 

More  of  Jesus 84 

Morning,  noon  and  evening.  90 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, .  198 

My  beautiful  home  on  high,         .  130 

My  father  is  rich  in  houses  and    .  185 

My  soul  with  rapture  is  bounding,  56 

Nature's  lullaby    .       .       .114 

Nature's  praise,      ...  10 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,     .         .  205 

'Neath  the  cross,    ...  21 

'Neath   the  droppings  of  the  foun-  6 

Now  He  abides  in  me,     .       .  56 

Now  the  day  is  over,    .         .         .  175 

O  beautiful  city  of  God  above,     .  148 

O,  come  and  be  happy  with  Jesus, .  164 

O  day  of  rest,  divinely  blest,         .  20 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,  .  13 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing,  194 

Oh,  I  often  sit  and  ponder,  .         .  134 

Oh,  to  be  more  like  Jesus,    .         .  29 

Oh,  we  are  young  soldiers  for  Je-  17 

Oh,  weary  pilgrim,  lift  your  head.  41 

Oh,  what  is  your  prospect,  poor  .  32 

O  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  .         .           .  m 

O  my  Father,  help  Thy  child  81 

Once  again  of  Jesus  we  would     .  84 
191 


Once  more  we  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
One  look  at  the  Crucified  Jesus 

Onward 

Onward,  onward,  let  the  watch- 

Open  the  door, 

O  sometimes  the  shadows  are 

Our  blessed  Sabbath  home, 

Our  Father,  who  art  in  heaven, 

Our  festive  day  so  bright, 

Our  merry,  merry  hearts  are 

Our  Sabbath  Home, 

Our  thanks,  glad  thanks,  . 

Over  the  jasper  sea, 

O  what  can  little  hands  do,  . 

Perfect  peace,. 
Praise  to  God,  . 
Praises  to  our  Saviour  King 
Praise  ye  the  Lord, 
Precious,  loving  Saviour, 
Precious,  precious  story, 
Prepare  the  highway  of  the  Lord 
Press  on,  press  on,  ye  workers. 
Put  on  the  white  robes  of  glad- 
Redeeming  work  is  done, 
Redemption, 
Rejoice !  for  the  wand'rers  are 

Rest 

Rest  ever  with  God, 
Return  of  the  Prodigal, 
Revival,    . 
Room  for  little  feet, 
Room  for  the  children 

Sabbath  bells,.       ,t 
Salvation  is  the  battle  cry, 
Save  me  now,  Lord, 
Saviour  King,  I  would  sing, 
Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us 


OUR  SABBATH  HOME  PRAISE  BOOK. 


Saviour,  who  in  love  divine,           .  91 

S.iv.  do  we  know  what  a  friend  125 

l.iy-light  is  fading  o'er  earth  131 

See  that  banner  waving  high,       .  15.5 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river,  .  197 

Shout  for  gladness,  sons  of  Zion, .  60 

SHOUT  THE  VICTORY,             .           .  I46 

SHOWALTER.  8s 109 

Softly  and  tenderly  Jesus  is  call-  44 

So  near  the  g.ite  of  mercy,   .         .  129 

Song  of  greeting,    .       .       .  174 

Songs  in  the  cm. m. still  night  120 

S  iwing  in  the  morning,         .         .  188 

Stokes,  S.  M 25 

Stubbs,  S  m 99 

S.sc.'l  hour  of  prayer,  .         .         .  204 

Sweetly  resting,  sweetly  resting,    .  22 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go,  83 

Take  courage 23 

Take  me  as  I  am.  .        .155 

Teach  me,  O  Lord,  this  very  day,  80 

Tell  me  oft  the  story,  .  102 

Thank  God  and  take  courage,     .  23 

Thanks  be  to  God,  who  watches  .  168 

THE  BEAUTIFUL  HOMES  ok  THE  40 

the  brigh  i  and  happy  land,  8 

The  children's  day,       .       .  176 

'i  111  1  1111  dren's  prayer,         .  104 

The  door  to  heaven  is  open  wide.  112 

'I'm    1  OUNTAIN  is  OPENED,          .  136 

'1  in-   11   rURB  LIES  BEFORE  ME.  .  134 

The  heathen  arc  weeping  far  over  4 

The  HIGHWAY  OF  the  Lord,  .  59 
The  I  AMI  I  AR  away,                  -ISO 

The  Lord  is  the  lount.iin  of  good-  136 

THE  Lords  PRAYER,          .         .  135 


The  morning  light  is  breaking,    .  211 

The  multitude  their  garments        .  171 

There  are  songs  of  joy  that   I       .  210 

There  is  a  brighter  sky  be>ond,    .  157 

There  is  mercy  at  the  cross.          .  126 

There  remaineth  a  rest  for  the  40 

There  remaineth  therefore  a  rest,  47 

THERE'S  A  BLESSING  AT  THE       .  50 

There's  a  place  of  rest  where  the  166 

There's  a  voice  in  my  heart,  and.  no 

There's  something  more  to  live  for  102 

There's  victory  in  Jesus,       .         .  63 

There  were  ten  who  stood  as  the  .  70 

The  Saviour  is  mine,     .         .        •.  92] 
I  HE  Son  OF  THY  LOVE.       .          .183] 

The  tranquil  hours  steal  by .         .  1 13  I 

The  war  cry  is  sounding,       .         .  146 

THE  WAYSIDE  WELL, .         .         .  143 

THE  WHITE  FIELDS,    .         .         .  35 

This  day  the  sound  upon  the        .  176 

Though  1  journey  day  by  day,    .  51 

Thou  wilt  keep  them,  Lord,  in     .  132 

'Tis  the  gospel  message,        .         .  24 

'Tis  the  gracious  Saviour  calling,  71 

Tis  the  Lord  who  leadeth  me       .  120 

To-day  THERE  IS  GLADNESS      .  38 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls.      .        .  107 

ler  in  this  dear  re-  36 

To  you,  kind  friends,  once  more  .  174 

Trusting  and  believing,        .  161 

Trusting  in  the  Ro<  k.   .       .  154 

Turn.  oh.  turn  thv  footsteps  home-  142 

Tw.is  good  to  sit  ,u  Jesus'  feet,  .  141 

Tw.is  the  beautiful  angels  that      .  94 

Up  and  away 137 

Victory  in  hie  cross,     .        .  63 
193 


Wake  from  thy  drowsy  sleep.        ,  137 

in  the  footsteps  of  Jesus.    .  160 

Watch,  .       .       .102 

We  are  buds  of  promise  fair,        .  77 

We  are  coming  once  again, ,        .  82 

We  are  coming,  we  .ue  coming,  .  98 

We  are  little  children,  learning     .  49 

We  are  marching  on  to  a  bright  .  8 

We  are  marching   to  the  music     .  118 

We  are  voung  soldiers  for  Jesus,  .  17 

We  come,  blessed  Saviour,  again  172 

We  h  ive  heard  a  joyful  sound.     .  1 15 

We'll  never  lay  down  our  armor,  133 

We  love  the  grand  old  story,        .  144 

We  thank  thee,  dear  Father,  for  .  183 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, .  189 

WHAT  CAN  LITTI  E  hands  DO?  169 

What  is  youb  prospect,        .  32 

Whatsoever  we  ask  ol  |esus,       .  150 

When  shall  I.  Lord,  in  thy  blest .  it>7 

When  the  morning  breaks  in       .  90 

When  the  purple  morn  is  birak-.  89 

White  k«>i  11  soi  ri  idni  ss,  58 

Who  shall  roil  away  the  si  »ne?    .  33 

Why  st.uul  ve  here  idle,  with  so  .  04 

Will  you  come  With  us  to   JeSUS,  .  39 

With  anthems  of  praise  we  come.  170 

With  Jesus  ever  near.  .               .  100 

Won  r  you  love  my  Jesus?  02 

Would. t  thou  be  saved  from  sin?.  173 

Wouldsl  thou  hive  joy  to  yield, .  101 

Ye  know  not  when  I  shall  come,  .  162 

Yes.  1  WU  1  GO no 

Yes,  1  will  praise  Him,  .       .  6 

Yet   there  is  room  for  little  feet,     .  1 17 

YOUNG  SOLDIERS  FOR  J  ESU8,      .  17 


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